Anyway - it came, I read. Today. All of it.
At A Loss For Words is such an easy and enjoyable read. It's like reading a journal - not the author's, not the protagonist's - your own. So much of it resonates.
She describes the art of procrastinating when one is unable to write. I do that. Exactly like that - well, except that I'm on Gather and Schoemperlen is not. But otherwise, it fit. I know that stuff.
She describes her conversations with her friends. Me. My friends. I know those conversations.
The vast majority of sentences in the novel begin with "I said...", "I didn't say..." or "You said..." (referring to the guy who has - well - not exactly dumped her; that would involve him actually doing something - and that is just never going to happen - but ended their relationship through passive aggressive behaviour and out-and-out neglect). It should, if everything I've been taught about writing, not work. It is so repetetitive that it should become boring. But it doesn't. Partly, I think, that was a function of the interspersed ~stuff~: writing prompts, lists, a definition of passive-aggressive, horoscopes and so on. But mostly, it is just because the writing is so direct and entertaining.
From the review I read, and the podcast I listened to, I got the impression that there would be angst, and whining, even. I hate whining - it is obnoxious. This character - and this novel - is far too funny, and real, to ever be accused of being obnoxious. I thoroughly enjoyed At A Loss For Words as a reader, a writer, a woman, and especially, as a Canadian. The weather, the places, the President's Choice brand groceries: it all contributes to a strong sense of "I know that".
Need a book to take to the cottage, the beach, or to read on the bridge while the kids stand in line-ups at Wonderland? This is a great choice.
Author: Diane Schoemperlen
Published by Harper Collins
ISBN: 978-0-00-200881-5
Schoemperlen will be appearing at the Leacock Festival in Orillia, Ontario on Sunday, July 27 @ 3 p.m., along with David Gilmour and Jane Urquhart.


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